Verse one: {tec-9}
It all started in the streets at the age of ten
I started hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends
I went solo one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a white lady that was peepin' id
I see one in sight skin was white as a duck
She just don't f**kin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo love
I'm bout to beat her up so I asked the hoe the time
She looked down and broke her crown she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper found slug and some coke
That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a f**kin' quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm caught
Chorus: {yella boy}
Until I used to rap rap rap
Rap sh** everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward court date
I used to rap rap rap
Rap sh** everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward court date
Verse two: {tec-9}
Three cops and I'm caught I can't believe
They got me locked down up in this place
My first offense and I caught myself a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
sh** my woman still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a come back home
I like to think that way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder weapon
I'm up sh** creek watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters
But I don't give a f**k I'm stuck like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the house up
Will I get probation?
Or will I get free? I'm facin' the court date
My destination is the three
Chorus: {yella boy}
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Verse three: {lil' ya}
Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because I don't have a lot of time
I'm seein' old gee's from the past
Smart like a motherf**ker I wonder how they last
n***as had fades, and bushes and sh**
Just like on the street the third was runnin' it
You couldn't step close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for days that's what
The motherf**ker kept I'm chillin' in lower nine
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and make him knock it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the three and do a pere
'cause I'm a villain and I'm chillin'
It's six six three one
Verse four: {yella boy}
Up early in the mornin' time to catch the
White bangor the roof so we can
Put the heat in my back
I caught the first charge
The coke charge a
Gun charge to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
What the f**k am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail cell talkin' to the attorney
He said did you pull the trigger if so your goin' on
A long journey on the court session
Standin' tall like a man
They got my feet, and arms shackled i'm
Holdin' my right hand
I caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist
Like my n***a tec said (ahh sh** I'm in effect)
Peewee's f**kin' playhouse don't want them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a cation clucker a s**er that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake a** new jack
p**y better hold that noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherf**k that p.t. sh**
'cause here I come to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't sh**
I'm bout to take a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from that one two three
But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole n***a be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' b**h I'm goin' to styleville
Verse five: {lil' ya}
I call my n***a baby he's at the office
Doin' paper work try'na get me out
But his lawyer actin' like a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm damn right
We had to communicate to keep sh** tight
I sit at the kite some nights
When I flight and write
To my n***as and b**hes who was close and all right
May the ninth was my court date
No witness no gun so they threw away the case
I was free july the twelfth down for armed robbery
Imagine how a n***a felt and f**k that judge
Because that b**h came late
Try'na give me time on my third ward court date
Chorus: {yella boy}
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